Dear Fish and Friends,
It was a heartbreaking loss last night to our rivals the Shadow Masks. However, let it be known that we did hold them to 3 scoreless innings! And we came very close to tying things up in the bottom of the seventh. But I’ll discuss that below.
First let me give a heartfelt welcome to our two newest fans, the Declarant Declan Weininger and the Phanatical Phil Laughlin, both of whom added to raucous roars in our ears as we battled our foes. Now, there was no formal contest between them, but I would say that if we had choose who cheered for us the hardest, the award would have to go to the Declarant Declan, with his nearly constant contributions of “Go DADDY! Go DADDY! Go, EVERYONE ON THE TEAM!” The Phanatical Phil would get the award for stamina, though, as the Declarant One was a bright flame who burned in a blinding, blazing display only until his suppertime called him home. Still, his cheers would ring on in our ears for the rest of the game.
Our defense was, as usual, formidable. There were some stunning plays between Hellie Dawg and M Lo “The Bionic Toe,” at 3rd and 2nd bases. Also some fine catches by David The Weisenheimer/Skully Pants/Sporty Spice Weininger and The Scalding Caldwell, not to mention by our outfielders Evan The Beast Mauser and Ryan The Pickler Picazio.
Offensively, though, it was a different story. Our bats were perhaps a bit quieter than usual this time. Some Fish seem to be slumping a bit, much to their chagrin. Johnny “The Dancing Fool” Costello couldn’t manage to get on base too often (though in his defense he did have an RBI or two); neither could M Lo The Bionic Toe, nor Matthew “The Baffler” Abbate. Greg The Menace Dokshin struggled as well, as did, Hellie Dawg, Erin The H Bomb (who also had an RBI), the Scalding Caldwell, and yours truly.
Nevertheless, though quieter, our bats were not silent: Recall the mighty singles and doubles by the likes of Sporty Spice Weininger, Tslamming Tsai, John “The Battler” Abbate, Evan the Beast, The Pickler Picazio, and Snitty Pants Wladkowski. And once again, Tslamming Tsai, our very own “Papi” Bear, tried his dangdest to save the day: Picture this, Fish Fans, the bottom of the 7th. The score: Masks 7, Fish 4. Two on base, and two out. The Mighty Tslammy steps up. He Tsmashes one way out into left field, so ferociously that their fielder, who was standing way out near Mass. Ave. in anticipation, couldn’t keep the ball in his glove—that ball was on a mission, sent by the Tslammer, and was not to be caught. Two runs score—and Tsai again does a head-first Tslide into home plate—just a nanosecond too late. He roared his frustration, as did all of us Fish. But we shook it off just in time to cheer our friends, with a ditty by Team Poet Costello: “They Took Us To Task; Yayyyy, Shadow Masks!” A moving tribute to our competitors, I am sure you will agree.
There is no game next week, as we will be recovering from celebrating our freedom from the Brits (no offense, London Office!), so please join us in two weeks, July 12, when we get another chance against Zeta Psi.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | total | |
SMs | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 7 |
Catfish | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 6 |



